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We all are guided by mob mentality in varying degrees. When last year my husband finally announced his long time ambition to go for an MBA, it raised quite a few eyebrows. “But, you just had a baby!” A few said. “There must be marital discord”, said a few others. Because once you are thirty, you stop being ambitious, because most of life’s adventures are already done and dusted and now it is time to commit yourself to a routine of work, home, kids and holidays. Because once you are thirty, you are practically middle aged and not exciting at…

I haven’t written anything for so long that I fear I never will again. Even though I miss my not-writing terribly, I just can’t get myself into the act of actually writing. What a weird malady to suffer from! And who has time for weirdness when your life is so full of exciting surprises and strangeness already? As such, I am in two minds about this post. On one hand, I just can’t ignore the nagging inside my head that I must sit to write down about the biggest year of my life so far, just for my own sake,…

After I re-read this old post by Suresh about his cooking woes (enough to scare away anyone starting to dabble in the science of cooking) I was inspired. I had to write about my own experiences. Though my post isn’t going to be half as humorous as his is, my experiences with cooking during the early days of my adulthood are so comically tragic and sometimes horrible that I am hoping they will play themselves out without me trying to be funny. If you have ever felt like that guy in the picture above, read on. When you have read…

Read about the first day at the Grand Canyons here. The second day of the vacation dawned bright and early. We’d be visiting the Horse Shoe Bend, Antelope Canyons and the lake Powell today. Our vacation was planned thick with activities and a lot of ground covering each day. For the husband and the official photographer, this was the most anticipated day of the entire vacation. He’d made it known many times to the entire group. While the rest of us were still reeling from last night’s fatigue, he was the first one ready to get going in the morning.…

The tickets were booked, accommodation arranged and rides reserved. But for some reason we were not feeling worked up. Looking forward but not really leaning in. We’d been to the New York City just the other weekend and it was hard to summon enough energy. Lethargy was kicking in after a hectic summer that ours was. We packed our bags the last moment, literally dragging ourselves off the couch, because we could not put it off longer. And this happened – Don’t forget to pack the shoes! Expect a lot of walking! And hats and sunscreen! Oh! The bottle’s exhausted.…

For most of us, life without Internet is unimaginable. We live and breathe Internet. We express most of our opinions online. We practice Freedom of Speech online. So what if it is twisted and bent to the point of breaking? Because that is the Internet’s biggest advantage. I may not dare speaking on your face but I can sure wield the Internet as my shield and as my weapon. To viciously attack you, mostly when you are least expecting and derive a sick sadistic pleasure out of it. It doesn’t sound so unusual, does it? Weird and absurd and sick…

Courtesy: wallpaperseries.com Trina woke up as their minivan came to a halt. They had reached their hotel. She felt almost guilty about falling asleep. There was so much to see around that missing wasn’t an option. Seeing wasn’t enough, she devoured each sight – soaking in Mother Nature with all her five senses. Trina, along with her parents, uncles and aunts, was touring the Dev-Bhumi – Kedarnath and Badrinath. Initially she was skeptic about this tour. What’s in a shrine? She’d mused! Also she would be the only one in her twenties, so lack of company was another…

After the nightmarish winter this year, the New England weather has finally decided to get warmer. Even though it rains at least once a week every week, this is the only quarter of the year when you don’t need a warm outerwear to go out. You can tell by the frantic increase in bare legs and arms in office and the number of boats in the bay, how eager everyone is to make the most of the summer, which usually makes a cameo appearance in the rolling play of seasons. We too are trying to compensate for the total…

Last night I watched the movie “Dil Dhadakne Do”. It’s an okay – ish movie about a dysfunctional family with an over the top Bollywood style climax. But this post is not about the movie. This post is about one of the things the movie talks about. The guilt of success. Ayesha (Priyanka Chopra), the daughter of the family, is a successful business woman. Forbes lists her as one of the ten entrepreneurs to watch out for. Yet at home, she is a docile daughter and a demure daughter-in-law who tolerates her mother-in-laws’ subtle taunting silently, feels bad…

Home in my earliest memory is but a half built structure. Of jutting out bricks resembling a giant’s uneven teeth, of grey paste of sand and cement, mixed expertly with a grub hoe. Of something ugly, yet spoken of with pride. To me then, the rented house we lived in presented a much better case for a place to live. Smooth walls, cool floor and clean. But it was not home. A year later, indeed those ugly bricks gave way to the most beautiful house. White with blue windows, and pink climbing bougainvillea. It was home. I loved it as…